I
was busy at work when I got a call from Mr. LeForge. I had not seen or heard
from him lately. He would call when he needed something he thought I could
provide, but that was the extent of his relationship to me. It was normal. Men
who knew me knew I would do what they wanted. Mr. LeForge was just one of those
men. He was straight, but had known immediately that I was a fag and would do
what he said to do. He liked to have me doing things for him on occasion. Just
stuff that someone else would not do, like emptying his recycling if it got
filled during the day, before the janitorial crew could get to it. Or filing
his work properly, since he hated doing that and didn't have a administrative
assistant that was assigned to him. I don't know if he told other people that I
did that stuff, he didn't seem the sort of man that would do that, but I did
know he enjoyed his place in the world and enjoyed reminding me of mine.

I
was filing that day for Mr. LeForge. He had a lot of material that needed to be
put away. I was moving around his desk and cabinet for an hour or so putting
things away where he could find them when he needed to do so. It was as natural
to me now as taking care of James' needs. Just part of my work, even though I
didn't work for Mr. LeForge. I was there late, that day, James had said he
would be busy tonite so it worked well that Mr. LeForge had called today. I got
a lot of satisfaction assisting Mr. LeForge. He never said a lot to me, but
when he did, I paid attention to him. He was direct and clear in everything he
said to me, leaving no doubt in my mind that he was in charge when I was around
him. It was part of why I admired him so much, he was comfortable with himself
and with me being around.

I
was really paying attention to the filing and had not been talking to Mr.
LeForge for a bit. He liked me working when I was there. So I didn't notice
that Mr. LeForge had gotten up to close his office door until I heard it
shutting behind me. I looked up and Mr. LeForge was standing there, grinning at
me. I smiled back, but wondered why he shut the door as he usually left it
open. He had always enjoyed people seeing that I was doing work for him.

"Something
different today, Steve," Mr. LeForge began. "You seem to be a bit big in your
pants. At first I just thought you were happy to be here and doing some work,
but I noticed that the bulge there never went away as you have been working.
Then I noticed your earrings. You haven't had those before, Steve. Suddenly
felt a need to go make yourself pretty? What are you hiding in your pants,
Steve," he queried?

"Uhh...ummm...,"he
had me turning red. I hadn't given my chastity device much thought at work of
late. I was afraid initially that everyone would notice, but had stopped
worrying when no one had mentioned it. I had learned that not everyone paid
attention to things very well. I should have known Mr. LeForge would see it. He
saw through things easily. "uhh, yes, Mr. LeForge. I have, uhmmm, a...well, I'm
wearing, uhmmm..."

"Just
tell me, faggot. You think I can't figure things out? I know more about you
fags than you might imagine," Mr. LeForge was nothing if not direct with me.
"Just tell me what it is, now!"

"Yes,
Sir. I understand," I replied quicky. "uhmmm...I have a chastity device
on...uhhh, to keep me...to keep me from playing with myself." I could have died
there. I was warm and knew I was very red. Telling a man at work about being
locked up. How embarrassing I thought, but I was never able to lie to direct
questions from a man.

Mr.
LeForge laughed. He laughed hard. "You should see yourself Steve. You're red, I
mean, really red. More than your usual red when I embarrass you. That's good, I
like that," he continued. "You should be embarrassed. You're a man. Well, at
least you look like one to most folks. But some REAL man has you locked up and
is hiding the key, that is too funny. You are such a bitch, Steve. Letting a
man control your dick. Too funny."

"But,
but this is work. What if someone finds out?" I sounded like a cowering mouse I
am sure, but I was nervous.

"It's
after hours, fag. No one is around anymore," Mr. LeForge told me. " My door is
shut and locked. You think I want anyone to see you here? Get your clothes off
and get on your knees. Do it NOW. Don't make me repeat myself again, bitch."

I
started undressing. Mr. LeForge was not happy that I was delaying this. I took
off my clothes. When I got my pants off Mr. LeForge started laughing. He
continued until I was finished.

"Panties,"
he asked? "He has you in panties? This just gets better all the time. From the
looks of it you got your tits pierced too this weekend. Very nice. This man
must really be something, taking you out for jewelry and locking you up
already. It hasn't been that long since you were here last. He's moving fast."
Mr. LeForge paused, just looking at me. I dropped my gaze from his eyes to the
floor. I had nothing to say, I was too humiliated.

Mr.
LeForge walked closer to me. He moved his foot forward and gently kicked at my
dick that was behind plastic.

"Clear
plastic, interesting. I haven't seen one like that before," he commented to
himself more than me I thought. "I have to admit, Steve, that I really didn't
think you had it in you." I looked up at Mr. LeForge again. I wasn't sure what
he meant. "I figured you were playing mostly, not ready to turn yourself over
to a man so fully," he stated. "It looks like I underestimated just how much of
pussy you are."

I
dropped my face again. He was right of course. I knew it, just like he did,
now.

I
looked back up at Mr. LeForge. Could I handle it? Did he know more than I did?
What did he think would happen next with James? "I...I think I can, Mr. LeForge.
I don't know, I...I hadn't thought about what happens next..." I hadn't either.
I didn't know where it was going. I didn't need to know, I thought.

"Faggot.
Really a good faggot, if you are being honest" he told me. "Put your panties
back on, I've seen enough of your useless dick."

I
stood and found my panties. I put them back on and turned to Mr. LeForge.

"Back
on your knees, bitch," he ordered! "Stay there awhile."

He
walked around me, looking at me, staring. I began to grow uncomfortable. Mr. LeForge
though seemed to be enjoying it. I began looking closer and I wondered if he
was getting hard. At first I thought it was my imagination. Then I wasn't sure.

"He
has you shaving all your hair, doesn't he," Mr. LeForge asked. "Lift your
arms." I raised my arms up above my head, showing him my shaved pits. "That's
what I thought. A fag doesn't need hair on his body." As he looked down at me,
Mr. LeForge moved his hand down to his crotch. He ran his hand over the area. I
was right he was enjoying this!

"He's
making you into a real girl isn't he? Got you shaving yourself, removing all
semblance of being a man. Letting you know what its like being a girly-boy.
Taking you out and getting you some nice earrings. And those tit rings, well
that's just too good to be true. Bet those rings make you feel real pretty,
don't they faggot. Maybe I'll just start calling you sugar, or honey around the
office, hahaha. Would you like that Sugar?"

Mr.
LeForge was laughing at me again. I was turning red listening to his
humiliating statements, but I could do nothing. It was all-true. I did feel
"pretty" with my rings in my ears and nipples.

"I
want to meet this man," Mr. LeForge continued with his barrage. "One of these
days you'll have to bring him down here and introduce him so I can congratulate
him. He seems to be making good progress making a real bitch of you." Mr.
LeForge was now rubbing his crotch and not hiding that fact.

"Just
look at those panties he has you wearing. They even have lace on the legholes,
nice. A useless dick, locked up, dressed up in panties. You'd probably be hard
about now, if you could." Mr. LeForge laughed again. "But you can't get hard,
can you you, fag?" He paused, I guessed I was supposed to answer him.

"No,
Sir. I can't get hard anymore," I told him truthfully. It was horrible to
admit, but true. He was making me feel very small and he knew it. I looked at
him and felt myself redden again. Mr. LeForge was playing with himself through
his pants now, It was obvious. His cock was outlined in his khaki pants. It was
not a small piece of meet. I was quickly envious of his wife.

"Licking
your lips, faggot? Wishing you could have some of this," Mr. LeForge asked?
"You are so obvious Steve. You do need to learn a few manners. A girl like you
needs to keep those thoughts to herself." I hadn't even noticed my tongue out
of my mouth, but I am sure I must have done what he said. I couldn't help it. I
wanted cock that is what I always wanted. "Those earrings are cute too Sugar.
Just look at you. On your knees, in panties, licking your lips, all shaved and
pierced. I have to say, I do find this image to be interesting. I think I like
the thought of reducing a faggot to nothing more than property to serve a man.
Most fags I have known have some respectability, but you have surrendered all
yours so he can make you what he wants"

He
was right of course. I had basically given up myself to James already. Mr. LeForge
was just stating the truth for me to hear it. I lowered my head in humiliation.
I was completely a bitch to James, just property, as Mr. LeForge saw it.

Mr.
LeForge continued his thinking. "Maybe some day if my wife ever decides she can
live without me, I'd consider something like you instead. I didn't think it was
possible I would find a faggot so fascinating, but looking at you there,
submissive, dressed up, pierced, and humiliated has me admittedly a bit
aroused, bitch."

I
looked up again and Mr. LeForge had his cock out of his pants. He had opened
his zipper and pulled his balls and dick out and was rubbing them in front of
me. It was an impressive package. His cock was extremely thick, uncut, curving
up, and he was very hard. His balls were drawn up tight but still large hanging
below his meat. I wanted it. I couldn't believe I was thinking that, but I did.
I belonged to James but I wanted this cock. I know my mouth was hanging open
because Mr. LeForge mentioned it.

"You
aren't getting any meat, faggot. It's not for you to touch. You touch it in any
manner and it goes back in my pants and you'll never see it again. No hands, no
tongue, no lips. I don't plan on giving you a taste of my cock anytime soon. I
wouldn't want to dirty the cock that feeds my wife. That being said, I fully
plan on splattering your face with a big load today, you bitch. I want a little
release, and I just decided your girly, faggot face seems like a place to do it
that is as good as any."

Mr.
Le Forge was working his cock in his hands. It took both hands I noticed to
work his meat. I really wanted some of it but I understood that I didn't
automatically earn anything from a man, especially a straight man. I was
secretly very happy that a straight man like him would even consider a faggot
worthy of being sprayed with his seed.

"Little
pussy," he continued, his words becoming harsher and more ragged as I began to
think he was working towards his climax. I wanted to feel his cock so bad, but
I knew better than to even try to lean forward and take it in my mouth. "Not
even a man anymore looking like that. Kneeling there in your panties, with
jewelry in your ears and your titties. Don't even have a dick to play with
anymore. Its useless. What really makes it sad is you like this shit, faggot.
You get off being so submissive and being that man's property. How you get off
is something I can't even imagine. This going to give you jacking material for
years, I'm sure."

With
that statement Mr. LeForge moved forward to where his dick from in front of my
face. He pointed his fat cock at my open mouth and started spraying his load on
me.

"Fuck,
I'm cumming, you little faggot-bitch. Taste a real man's load." His eyed bored
into me, and he looked intense, almost angry. He blew three or four big shots
that went on my face and in my mouth, then a few small ones that flew onto me
in various places. He shook his cock at me, getting the last of his load out of
his big dick. I just knelt there, not really knowing what to do.

Mr.
LeForge kept his dick pointed at me. Piss started streaming from the end of it.
"Open up, bitch" he ordered. I opened my mouth again. He pissed in my mouth and
on me. Piss ran down my chest and soaked my panties, and ran onto his floor,
making a puddle on the tile. I swallowed as much as I could but he didn't allow
me to get it all, he wanted to get me wet. I was at my workplace and a man was
pissing on me in his office. I wanted to cry but my dick was leaking in its
cage, releasing tension the only way it could now. Everything he said was true,
I enjoyed this and couldn't hide it. Even straight men could tell what I was.

"I'm
going home faggot. Clean up this mess and get out of my office. Close the door
behind you when its clean. He tucked his semi-hard cock back in his pants and
left me there. When I had gotten everything clean and had gotten dressed, I
left too. When I got home James could smell the piss on me. He wasn't mad, in
fact he laughed at me, at the event, and told me it was good another man knew
what to do with a faggot like me.